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plumeriacosmos · 12 days

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Polin soccer/football au where colin is like idk chelsea’s best striker and pen is his pining best friend who thinks hes way out of her league and just watches through her tv

Until she got invited by eloise to watch live at the stadium, and when colin noticed shes there, he played the best game of his life

#sunnie thoughts #bridgerton #polin #polin bridgerton #bridgerton tv #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #all my years writing TsuSan and watching captain tsubasa #have culminated in this au #i know i can write this with the action sequences #and the pining and angst #whew #😮‍💨#just football star colin #and his obliviousness #finally realizing pen is his love #i can make this so angsty #i know i can

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petricorah · 11 months

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Everything about Sokka was terrifying. It was terrifying how close they were, it was terrifying how much Zuko trusted him, it was terrifying that Sokka was touching his scar, and it was terrifying that Zuko was letting him. That he...wanted him to.

"It's a part of you," Sokka said, his soft voice bringing Zuko back to the present. "It doesn't define you, but it's a part of you. So how could I hate it?" [id in alt]

#zukka #zukka fanart #sokka #zuko #zuko fanart #sokka fanart #myart #ok so i didn't make it more angsty. what can i say. i love happiness #atla #avatar the last airbender

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s0fter-sin · 27 days

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i need ghoap frantically making out against a door finally taking the leap on their feelings. need ghost grinding against soap, expecting to find him just as hard as him, only to feel nothing

and in all his wisdom and experience, he concludes soap was tortured and never told him

he’s trying to think of a delicate way to say he understands, that he’s been through it and it doesn’t change anything about how he feels (and who the fuck touched him so he can hunt them down and rend them limb from limb)

meanwhile trans!soap’s just trying to find the best angle to grind his cunt on ghost’s thigh

just it never even entering ghost’s head bc he’s never known a trans person but he has met plenty of people who’ve been tortured - himself included - so of course that’s his logical leap

soap takes off his shirt and he sees his top surgery scars and ghost asks if he wants him to kill the one who did it and soap just hums like, “actually, man did pretty good, they healed real well,” and ghost’s just teary-eyes with awe at how well he’s coping, “looking on the bright side, that’s my johnny.”

imagine he thinks johnny was fully castrated but sees he’s determined to still have a sex life with him so he buys packers and straps to help him bc hell yeah healing and soap’s just like, “holy shit i’ve never had such a thoughtful partner before, such a sweet man, lt.”

#he a little confused but he got the spirit #its so good bc it can be super angsty of ghost really dreading whats been done to his sergeant and trying to make it right #or just go full crack treated seriously and have fun with it #i love just completely oblivious ghost #in any military context hes the smartest guy in the room #he always knows the play and has more experience than anyone #but stick him in the normal world? man is Lost #ghost just thinks hes had some kind of reconstruction surgery after being tortured and accepts thats what johnny looks like #bc hes never seen a pussy before #it takes years for soap to actually come out to him bc he just never thought to #hes seen him naked theyve literally slept together what else is there for him to say #then he shows him like a family album or something and ghosts just like ‘why arent you in any of these i only see girls’#and he just goes ‘hang on a second’#soap gets one of his sporadic periods one night and panics a little thinking it would weird ghost out or remind him that hes not cis #but ghost just thinks its a normal part of such a thorough reconstruction that hed bleed sometimes #and doesnt question it when soap grabs a pad out of his drawer bc ‘thats such a good way of handling the discharge my johnnys so smart’#just really supportive ghost for the wrong reasons #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #we’re a team. ghost team #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #john soap mactavish #soap cod

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dervampireprince · 9 months

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hey guys psst hey guys psst hey guys psst hey guys psst

and yes it's a public one, not a patreon exclusive. it'll be posted either tomorrow if i get the art done in time or if not then it'll be the wednesday after. but i'm going to try my best to get the art done so it's up tomorrow.

(also the gender tags don't reflect the genitalia of the listener, it just changes the pet names to 'good boy' or 'good girl' or neither. no specific genitals mentioned on any of them. we t4trans-inclusive content over here.)

EDIT: it's done! check the most recent posts on my blog or do a lil search on my blog for astarion or look my youtube! there's also a direct link in the reblogs and replies to this post!

#a friends been talking about this game for ages and ive been getting astarion tiktoks on my fyp for a while but i was like nah he seems like #hes probs a villian and like pretty voice and face and all but im not gonna get into the game for him #and then yesterday i saw pretty art. thought okay well more than one person has asked me to voice him now i guess i'll see.#didnt know he was going to be an angsty boy. i love him . i protecc him. fuck cazador.#so in less than 24 hours of meeting him i have recorded an audio as him there you go.#hes fun to voice what can i say. makes me feel all confident talking like that.#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x reader #imagines #imagine #x reader #baldurs gate 3

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djmorn · 4 months

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Anniversary

A/N: Kind of a fluffy piece because I was in one of those moods, but there do be smut!

Summary: One year has passed since the defeat of the Absolute, but Tav is in no mood to take part in the festivities organised by Duke Ravengard. To avoid having to make a public appearance as is expected of the heroine of Baldur’s Gate, she steals away, seeking the peace and quiet of her homestead. Unbeknownst to her she is followed by an old friend.

Wyll had followed his father’s speech with some heartfelt words of his own. It had been clear to see that his addressing the citizens of Baldur’s Gate was important to the noble heir and it reflected in his praise of their bravery and promises of a better future. A year had passed since the defeat of the Absolute, not nearly enough time to have healed every wound, rebuilt every building or erased every memory of the losses suffered, but Wyll’s empathetic nature could at least offer some comfort. It was good to see him in action again. Her friend seemed equally talented in the art of oration as he was with the blade and Tav gladly shared in the crowds’ jubilation and applause.

After all was said and done she sought him out, wanting to give her congratulations personally. Wyll graciously thanked her with a smile but was in a hurry to get going again.

‘Maybe we’ll see each other once the proper celebration starts,’ he said. ‘There will be music, hopefully also quite a bit of dancing, and the evening is to be accompanied by fireworks.’

He further ensured Tav of Karlach’s well-being and her apologies for not being able to attend the festivities, then excused himself in turn, having to rejoin his father and indulge him some more in political discussions. Tav understood. She was proud of her friend and how much he’d grown ever since their first meeting back in the Grove. Still, it would have been nice to have someone to talk to, someone she knew.

The once tadpoled party of adventurers had since disbanded, everyone busy with their own new lives. All except her. Tav had occupied her mind and hands by helping to rebuild the city but had found no greater personal purpose for herself. All things considered she appeared to be right back at the beginning: A tadpole-free and utterly anonymous life just as it was with most other citizen of Baldur’s Gate. Well, a few more people recognised her nowadays. Some of them were currently patting her shoulder as she made her way through the crowd once more; they offered their own congratulations, followed by questions if they could expect a speech from her as well. No way, she thought to herself while smiling at them.

Tav did not tell a single soul she was in no mood to make a public appearance. The sadness of her loneliness weighted heavier than ever and her encounter with Wyll seemed to have made it all the worse.

Was she really needed here in the first place? Would anyone even notice her absence? A handful of folks might find it peculiar, but really now: Wyll was able to make up for all of them. And the former warlock himself would be busy enough with all sorts of people seeking his attention tonight. Who was there to dance with her? Or watch the fireworks with? No one really if Tav seriously thought about it. So what harm would be in instead spending the rest of the day far away from the festivities, indulging in the peace and quiet offered by her homestead? Not much really. She would be no more lonelier than here.

The crowd’s attention was drawn towards the podium again as Volo was now occupying it, and Tav took her chance and sneaked off, removing herself from the eyes of the madding crowd and any wonderment at her own, now brimming with tears.

She managed to escape notice of all but one. Against the corner of a quiet alley the devil leaned as he watched the heroine of Baldur’s Gate remove herself from any opportunity to bask in the glory and adoration of the public, leaving Raphael himself rather disappointed: Surely she would have given a more interesting speech than the sanctimonious rigmarole of the Ravengard boy. With keen eyes he watched after her disappearing figure. Was she to go home so soon? And here he had been hoping to pay her a surprise visit, for old times’ sake.

Without clear purpose Raphael followed the reluctant heroine. Maybe a more personal meeting would be preferable anyways, and he might also finally get so see how his little misadventurer lived.

He was lead towards a remoter part of the city. Tav quite obviously preferred a home as best as possible removed from the bustling streets and main gathering places, a realisation very much to his liking.

He watched her approach a multistorey house which offered a nice outlook over the Chionthar river. Good for her.

Tav did not look around before entering her home, and Raphael remained out of sight as she closed the door. He stood were he was a while longer, wondering what he was hoping to gain from an encounter with her. It was clear that the woman was of no mind to entertain the company of her fellow citizens, and he figured she would be even less keen to welcoming a devil into her need for privacy. And yet…

Having never thanked her for the delivery of the Crown weighted on his desire to appear polite and proper, always taking pride in his superior demeanour and charms compared to devil-kin and mortals alike. Raphael remembered he had even proposed a dinner to her as well as the chance to sample from his luxurious collection of wine. Better get this whole ordeal done with as promptly as possible so he could finally check off this pending arrangement. And what better opportunity than the anniversary of her triumph?

The knocking on her door was unexpected to say the least. Why was there still someone besides her not attending the celebration? Did one of her neighbours see her? And if so, why did they take her coming home earlier as an invitation to idle chit-chat and meaningless small-talk?

Nevertheless, Tav got up again with a sigh and approached the door. When she opened it she wondered for a brief moment if this whole day had not been a dream after all.

‘Raphael?’

‘Well, hero. Long time no see.’

‘Um, yes,’ she said, still astonished at the sight of the devil on her doorstep. Why had he come for her? All their dealings had been resolved to mutual satisfaction, with him the owner of an all-powerful crown to rule the Nine to his dark heart’s desires, and her… Well, she had her peaceful little life back, didn’t she? No more tadpole to complain about and a city saved. Raphael had no reason to begrudge her anything.

‘Would you like to come in?’ she asked, fully expecting him to decline. He probably had even more urgent business to attend to nowadays, following his dreams of becoming Archdevil Supreme, and would be loathe to spend any more time than necessary in the mortal realm. His call would be a quick one.

Instead he smiled at her: ‘An admirable display of manners. Thank you kindly.’ And the devil brushed passed her, entering her home.

It was a peculiar thing to have Raphael standing in her living room, taking in his surroundings, the state of her furnishings, and herself. Tav folded her hands uncomfortably.

‘Have a seat,’ she offered, trying to relieve both of them of the tension. She joined him at her small dinner table. ‘So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit? I thought you would be busy conquering the Hells by now.’

Raphael leaned back with crossed arms, tapping his fingers on his upper arm. ‘I do not expect you to understand these things but overthrowing the Nine requires certain… preparations. And I always plan to perfection.’

How very condescending of him. Nice. Raphael seemed to have not changed a bit.

‘Nevertheless I owe you thanks for bringing me the Crown. It will be put to good use in time, rest assured.’ He started rubbing his chin in thought. ‘I realised I never showed you my gratitude in person.’

Tav shrugged. ‘We had a deal. One we both held up to. As far as I’m concerned there’s nothing left to be said. Although your courtesy is not lost, not even on me.’ Did Raphael not understand the concept of a simple thank-you card?

‘I promised you a dinner.’

‘I did not realise you were being serious about that,’ she said, eyebrows raised.

‘You wound me,’ he said, putting a hand over his chest. ‘It seems you don’t know me at all.’

She regarded him, lost in thought for a moment. Raphael was right: She didn’t know him, not truly. What was he looking to gain from this strange visit? Tav wanted to be alone, not looking to spar with the trying devil.

‘I apologise, Raphael, but I’m not in the mood today.’

‘Clearly. Seeing as you were so eager to flee the festivities, made in honour of your very triumph at that.’

‘The only person there I care about is Wyll… and Volo, I guess. Both of them have far better things to do than mingle with an old friend.’

Raphael looked at her, rubbing his hands together, a wicked smile forming at his lips. ‘Ah, I understand. You miss your friends. Neither of which have made any effort to indulge you.’

She sighed. ‘Correct. Thank you for clarifying it so sympathetically.’

‘And still you are reluctant to indulge me in turn, despite my effort in coming to your realm, spending my precious time with you.’

Was he being serious? Putting himself above her friends who had stuck with her through their adventures, the hardships and all the fighting? Although it did struck Tav like the devil had a point. Whatever his true intentions may be he did still think of her and had indeed come to make conversation.

‘So you are telling me you really just wanted to what? Visit me?’

He shrugged innocently. ‘Why not? I thought you and I had a real friendship.’ And then Raphael snapped his fingers and upon the table appeared a feast for the eyes: A bowl of grapes, both red and green, a plate displaying a finely roasted duck bedded in a field of steaming potatoes, a basket full of baked bread, and even more bowls, some with apples, some with pears, and the two shiniest and beautiful pomegranates Tav had ever seen. In front of her and Raphael two plates had materialised, accompanied by two cups ready to be filled with the wine waiting in the bottle Raphael was holding in his hands. Tav was reluctant to admit it but the wonderful sight and smell of the food made her mouth water.

‘I’m afraid that is all we have room for,’ Raphael said, smiling benevolently. He began to fill Tav’s cup. ‘For a more lavish meal you’ll have to visit my House of Hope sooner or later, little mouse.’

‘You have to be joking. This is a lot more than what I’m used to.’

The devil raised an eyebrow at her. ‘You are the hero of Baldur’s Gate. Pray tell: Why don’t you treat yourself a bit more?’

‘It is as we’ve already discussed: None of my friends are left. What is there to celebrate? We defeated the Absolute and saved the city, our one mutual goal accomplished.’ Tav averted her eyes from his and started filling her plate with food. ‘Now I have to come to terms with the fact that that was not all to be had in life. I will have to find a new quest for that.’

‘Well,’ Raphael said, raising his cup. ‘To new quests and new horizons then.’

‘Yes,’ Tav said, clinking her cup to his reluctantly. ‘And thank you… for the food and drinks.’

‘I always uphold my promises, dear,’ Raphael said as he started to cut one pomegranate and offered half of the fruit to Tav.

They had attacked their meal with fervor and started to fall into more easy conversation, reminiscing in the adventures of the past year. Tav found that talking with Raphael was a lot more pleasant than she would have thought and quietly admitted to herself that his company had turned out to be a welcome one after all.

The sun had started to set, tinting the sky outside a pink shade and from the direction of the festivities they could hear the faint sound of music rising to a pleasant volume to go with their sumptuous repast coming to an end.

Listening to the cheerful melodies being played Tav felt that she dreaded their oncoming departure and just as she’d feared Raphael started to get up, dabbing his mouth and chin with a napkin, but instead of offering his goodbye he extended his hand towards her, a sly smile on his lips. ‘Care for a dance?’

Tav had to stifle a cough. Quickly she held up her hands. ‘Oh, thank you but… I don’t… I don’t think I’m all too good at it.’

‘Well, good thing then that I am,’ the devil said, hand now reaching out to hers, taking it with insistence but also an unexpected gentleness. ‘I will lead you.’

Raphael pulled her up towards him, placing his free hand on her waist. Tav’s skin prickled at the sensation. Keeping true to his word he started leading her through the room, baby steps first until they began to fall into a pleasant rhythm befitting the music.

‘See? It is a lot easier when you have someone to guide you, little mouse.’

‘Yes,’ she admitted, her hand on his shoulder relaxing a bit.

The orchestra fell into a more mellow tune and Raphael adjusted their pace to the softer piece. It was not lost on Tav how he slowly started to pull her closer to him. Their chests were touching now and she thought he’d for sure feel the beating of her heart against him. The devil smiled at the heroine in his arms.

Eventually the music died down and their dancing with it. Soon now Tav would know loneliness again. She never wanted this night to end. But Raphael did not let go of her hand. Instead he started dragging her up the stairs, Tav following silently, letting the devil continue to lead her through her own home. Once upstairs they made their way to the balcony that offered an outlook over the city.

She could hear the crowd cheering and the first firecrackers were set off, drawing her gaze towards the spectacle, but then her face was being grabbed by a set of long elegant fingers pulling her in the direction of her infernal guest. Tav could still see the sparkle of the fireworks in Raphael’s eyes. In their dark brown depths all of the exploding colours appeared a flaming red and she found herself lost in their hellfire gavotte.

Raphael’s lips came crashing down on hers. All too willingly she let herself be engulfed by his embrace, kissing him back with fervor and her fingers roaming through his hair, eyes closed, oblivious to the sight of the lit-up night sky and never even missing it.

Once they pulled apart Raphael’s eyes locked with hers again, mirth clearly visible on his handsome features, his hand still resting on her neck, his thumb gently caressing her cheek. ‘Now I can finally start conquering the Nine.’

He pulled her back inside. Her bedroom. And onto the bed they both landed, Tav’s legs straddling the devil left and right. Their kissing turned more passionate, wilder, filled with hunger. Tav’s heart raced at the sound of Raphael’s moaning and her fingers quickly fiddled with the buttons of his doublet.

As they stripped each other’s clothes off Tav finally found her words once more: ‘I sure am glad you decided to come.’

The devil looked up at her, hair out of place and his chest heaving but the look on his face as smug as ever. ‘Oh, there will be a lot more coming tonight, my dear. Let me assure you of that.’ And his hands grabbed her rear, pressing it to his hips, the tent in his pants rubbing against her nether region. She was already mewling atop of him and quickly went to free Raphael of the rest of his clothing.

Finally their naked bodies tangled around each other and Tav stilled for a moment to take in the sight of him, the devil’s eyes looking up at her expectantly. How could she ever think to turn him away from her home? He truly was her saviour, come again to rescue her from the dull life that had started to creep into her walls, her bones, her mind. She started showering his neck in kisses, her hand roaming over his chest, fingers fondling the fluff of hair, ministrations all spent in the hope of declaring her worship to him. Eternally.

‘Ride me,’ he whispered in her ear. All too compliantly she started guiding his length towards her entrance, already leaking with want, with need. At this moment Tav was willing enough to do anything he asked of her, and still found power in the realisation that now she had become the leader to their horizontal dance.

As his hardened cock slipped inside her she was aware of the ongoing crackle of the fireworks still rocketing into the skies but it was nothing compared to the sound of rapture coming from the man beneath her.

Raphael bucked up his hips, pleading with his body for her to start moving. Following his example earlier, Tav started with a slow rhythm, sinking down on him until her hips were flush against his, his cock buried deep inside her. He groaned at the sensation of her walls engulfing him so sweetly and her name fell from his lips like a prayer as his eyes fluttered shut.

Their mutual rutting was accompanied by the explosions outside but the pair remained oblivious to the celebration, both lost in their own merriment, chasing their pleasure and getting drunk on the sounds of their fucking: The snapping of hips and the delicious squirting coming from Tav’s cunt as it slipped over Raphael’s cock again and again.

She could feel him hitting the right spot over and over and finally Tav moaned his name in ecstasy. Blind from the rush of her orgasm she barely realised that Raphael began to turn her over, climbing on top of her so she now lay beneath him. The devil wasted no time in chasing his own release and started pounding the heroine into the sheets of her bed, its frame creaking dangerously. It did not matter if they were to break it. He would have her again in his own chambers, in every room of his House of Hope and all the beds they would conquer on their way through the Hells. Together they would find their purpose.

These thoughts and the clenching of Tav’s cunt around his length finally sent Raphael over the edge in turn but he found himself unable to stop in his movements, continuing to pump his hips, filling his little conquest with cum, letting her milk her new master for all he had to give her.

Outside the fireworks died down, making way for the jubilation of the crowd, each and every citizen of Baldur’s Gate unaware that they were cheering on the coupling of a newfound hellish alliance.

#bg3 raphael #raphael bg3 #raphael x tav #my writing #my stuff #can you tell i started writing this around new year's eve?#along the way i got too depressed to finish it sooner #the dawn of a new beginning always makes me sentimental #so apologies if this is a bit angsty and kinda meh #cambion-companion #there’s a part in here inspired by your dirty mind #i’m sure you’ll catch it ;)

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llumimoon · 7 months

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Introducing the Erased AU!!! or as I like to call it: The Mysterious Disappearance of Normally Oak

Hehehehe I actually came up w/ this back in May (with the help of @kaseyskat <3) but it's been modified to be more canon compliant since some recent things got the brain gears turning :]c

The premise is essentially Norm and Dood do some. very silly goofs. aka w/out telling anyone Normal decides to go back to the Doodler's home dimension w/ Dood to keep them company and through some magic shenanigans everyone now has no recollection of Normal or the Doodler apocalypse- everything is a picturesque happy ending... or is it?

Sparrow is the first to realize something's up due to her new art studio being where Normal's bedroom used to be, but the others aren't very far behind. They all have to put the clues they discover together in order to figure out what happened and bring Normal back. Speaking of, I dunno how long a human can last in an eldritch dimension after all...

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#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies season 2 #normal oak #sparrow oak #the doodler #cal draws #erased au #teheheheheehehe #i actually love this au so so much #essentially it was born out of me going #i love the norm and doodler dynamic but i think if left to their own devices they would make some reckless and impulsive decisions #this au is so angsty but also. lowkey kinda funny to me #the timeline didnt change btw. memories were just altered #so as far as everyone THINKS the s1 epilogue never happened #people have weird gaps if they think too hard and lots of weird stuff seeps through sometimes #bc this magic job was done by. two kids AKWBGEIAHDHF #how did they pull this off? its a secret. (that is to say sparrow and the others will figure it out)#LMAO if u have any questions 🥺 i would love to answer them as best i can #ive got more comic ideas planned hence the TBC so hopefully those will come out soonish #also yegah. sparrows gender is transed. JABSGAIAHD AFTER the memory alteration too #so norm and dood essentially transed her gender before dipping it's incredibly funny to me

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sparkypantaloons · 9 months

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Thinking about Bruce and the piles of shoes by the door to Wayne Manor.

How before Martha and Thomas were murdered there were loads of pairs. Thomas' work shoes and his golf shoes and his tennis shoes. Martha's party shoes and her comfy shoes and her slippers. Bruce's school shoes and his wellies and his crocs.

And then... then there are only Alfred and Bruce's funeral shoes. (And eventually Bruce's shoes are gone too.)

Except one day Dick comes along and there are lots again. School shoes and sneakers and wellies and little boots, next to Bruce's giant versions.

Until Dick goes...

But then Jason arrives and Dick comes back every so often and there are more shoes than there have ever been.

Only, then Jason dies. And Bruce is stood at the door of his home and all of Jason's shoes are there but nobody will ever wear them again.

But over the years there are more and more until one day Bruce is stood there and there's a giant pile of shoes by the door. Bruce's own shoes and Alfred's shoes. Dick's and Babs and Jason's. Cass's shoes and her ballet shoe bag. Steph's high tops and Tim's Jordans. Duke's sneaks and Damian's school shoes.

Haphazardly strewn by the door, scuff marks against the wall. And Bruce realises it's just about the best sight to he could possibly come home to.

#anyway if i could draw id make this an angsty fluffy little comic #but i cant so have this brain dump #if i knew more about shoes then id have made the shoes more different #but school shoes and jordans is the best i can manage #batman #headcanon #kinda?#batfamily #bruce wayne #batdad #batman and robin

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luminouslotuses · 25 days

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sunset shimmer and the loss of identity that comes with forgetting and being forgotten

memory wikipedia page // my little pony: equestria girls – forgotten friendship // my little pony equestria girls: forgotten friendship transcript wiki page // please don’t go before i get better by madisen kuhn // last kiss by taylor swift // my little pony equestria girls: forgotten friendship transcript wiki page // why didn’t you stop me? by mitski (reposted here) // nausea by jean-paul sartre (reposted here)

#i have no idea how i didn’t know about these equestria girls specials until recently. fake fan fr😔😔#anyways i had so much fun making this one!! who would i be if i wasn’t overly dramatic and angsty about my favorite media honestly #mlp #my little pony #eqg #equestria girls #sunset shimmer #can i get away with tagging this with sciset. oh why not #sciset #web weaving #kaleidoscope

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dawnbreakersgaze · 21 days

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Her Sunrise 🌄 Her Dawnbreaker

Ever since the very first time I read Still in Dark, the detail of Zayne being covered in scars from fighting wanderers/abominations has sat so heavy on my heart. Because you know that poor man hasn't been getting any professional medical help. Much like Xavier, he's just riding those injuries out, only unlike Xav, he's not blessed with a body that heals itself with relative ease.

This particular 'moment' is from a fic I'm still formatting in my head, that will hopefully see the light of day soon. His expression is a reflection of your own when you realize just how much he's been through. Our poor little meow meow 😩

My desire to bring this man into my arms and shield him from everything overwhelms me sometimes, and today I sat consumed with the desire to do just that, so instead of doing all my other obligations I did... this. Lol.

#hey hey hey anon I did it i drew him are you proud of me???#there ya go i did it i finally drew you a Dawnbreaker yall can be happy and rejoice now #and its only mildly angsty #and still sexy imo #yeah hes not all the way naked im sorry but i had a vision i was going for in my head and yall can just go with me on this one k?#i just KNOW i wouldnt be able to control my face when i saw his body looking like a battleground #and id be so fucking sad and i would bet large bills he'd be so vulnerable in that intimate moment that he couldn't help making a face back #and it would be so heartbreaking bc the moment of insecurity #jesus christ i went nuts in the tags again fuck #lnds #love and deepspace #lads #l&ds #love & deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #Dawnbreaker #db!zayne #zayne dawnbreaker #art of kay

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